Category Poetry
Apparently, the sand martin is usually the first of the martins to arrive in the UK, after migrating from Africa. The house martins and swallows come soon after. The sand martin is even smaller than the house and their markings look similar, at least from a distance, at least to someone who knows as little as I do.
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Moles Poem
Moles
I must keep a close watch
on the mole-hills clustered
around the fences of my house.
I feel sure there'll come a time
when moles will emerge
from those surprisingly
massive eruptions
of earth they've created -
and each will be carrying binoculars
and waving a flag.
And the flags
will not be white ones.
And the binoculars will… continue reading
Here is another of those Rhyme Royal stanzas. Mr Toad of Toad Hall is, of course, a character in Wind in the Willows, that famous Edwardian children’s story by Kenneth Grahame. Any suggestion that Alex Johnson, our disgraced and disgraceful recent Prime Minister, might remind me of Mr Toad, or that this Rhyme Royal recurrence might be the result… continue reading